The top of Yuanjing Peak.

Zhao Chu has woken up.

The whole night, Pi Yonghong stood behind Yuan Jingfeng, looking at a tombstone without moving.

There is the tomb of Fairy Delicate.

He doesn't know why, but every time he sees Pi Yonghong's lonely back, Zhao Chu's heart is filled with sadness.

Maybe, there is longing in everyone's heart.

"Zhao Chu, come and see Xianrou's portrait!"

In the silent space, Pi Yonghong suddenly said.

He didn't even need to look, he already sensed that Zhao Chu was nearby.

"good!"

Zhao Chu nodded.

Then, Pi Yonghong flicked his finger and a portrait opened.

There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful.

Even if Zhao Chu already knows that Xianrou is a man, even if this painting is just an ink painting.

But Zhao Chu could still feel the beauty of the people in the painting.

It is a kind of gentleness, a kind of simplicity, and a kind of ethereal.

This kind of beauty is different from the neutral people who have formed an industry in a certain country on earth. It is a kind of ethereal gentleness.

Zhao Chu suddenly realized.

Why did I feel uncomfortable when I saw those neutral people with colorful makeup on Earth before?

It turned out to be a lack of temperament.

Perhaps, looking at the whole world, this misty and misty temperament can only be truly possessed by the hometown in the east of the earth.

This is the soul of beauty.

This is the essence of beauty.

Even if you marinate it with cosmetics, you can't have this faint smoky beauty.

"The fairy's face is like a flower with dew, and she is beautiful without makeup and pure in appearance!"

"Fairy Delicate, she lives up to her reputation as a fairy!"

Zhao Chu stared at the portrait.

In Zhao Chu's eyes, the delicate portrait is a work of art.

"This is the only self-portrait that Xianrou gave me. She painted it herself. She loved painting all her life and once said that she would paint all the places we have traveled!"

"It's a pity that the person has passed away and the pen has been broken..."

At this moment, Pi Yonghong seemed to be in pain even breathing.

"Fairy Delicate is not dead, she just went to a place where everyone can understand her!"

"Old Pi, I'm not advising you to be sad and resigned, but if you look at it from another angle, maybe this is God's forgiveness for Fairy Delicate."

"I firmly believe that the delicate fairy is dancing a lover's song for her sweetheart in a place filled with the fragrance of flowers, with her skirt as white as snow."

"I believe she is smiling, she must be smiling!"

Zhao Chu patted Pi Yonghong on the shoulder, as if he was persuading a lovelorn buddy.

"You idiot, you always see things from a different angle!"

"Over the years, some people have advised me to put down my hatred, some have advised me to forget Xianrou, and some have advised me to find another female monk."

"But no one has cared about Xianrou or cared about Xianrou."

"Even if Wang Zhaochu apologized to me, he only apologized to me. He didn't go to Xianrou to apologize."

"Everyone is just afraid of me, Pi Yonghong. There is no Xianrou in their hearts!"

Pi Yonghong turned his head. The way he looked at Zhao Chu was really like looking at a normal person, even like looking at a close friend.

"Old Pi, you...forget it!"

Zhao Chu's words came to his lips, but he stopped talking.

"With your character, you won't persuade me to let Wang Zhaochu go. And I know Wang Zhaochu, so he won't let you plead for mercy."

"You probably don't want me to commit suicide!"

Pi Yonghong smiled.

"Maybe!"

"Lao Pi, if you really die one day, I will be very sad."

Zhao Chu nodded.

"Haha, this is a good thing!"

"The appearance of you stupid boy may be Xianrou's gift from another world. To be honest, understanding the person I love moves me more than understanding me."

"If after my death, there is still one person who can remember Xianrou and the story of Xianrou and me, I will be satisfied."

"Besides persuading me to let Wang Zhaochu go, apart from persuading me not to commit suicide, I can do anything you want me to do for you. Needless to say, I owe you a few favors. You and I are close friends, and I didn't say those pretentious words."

I don't know when, there was a trace of tears in the corners of Pi Yonghong's eyes.

After so many years, he has cried all his tears, and it is not easy for him to have tear stains.

"If one day I can go to a country that respects you, I will definitely write your story into a novel so that the story of you and Xianrou will be passed down forever."

"Xianrou's tenderness towards you and your infatuation with Xianrou are both worthy of praise, regardless of gender."

Zhao Chu looked solemn and said sincerely.

"Ha ha!"

"I deserve to die, I deserve to die!"

"I hope you can find a country that truly respects us. I hope..."

Pi Yonghong's heartbeat was speeding up.

"Well, definitely, I swear!"

Zhao Chu nodded fiercely.

Does this kind of country really exist?

Zhao Chu didn't know either.

Even if he returns to Earth, he will never find true understanding and respect.

Alien!

Their emotions are alien wherever they go.

But Zhao Chu firmly believes that any emotion deserves respect.

"For the rest of your life, you will be the poor and the humble, the rich and the honorable, and the simple and ordinary."

"In the whole world, I see you in my left eye, you in my right eye, and you are the only one left in my heart."

"But why, the common people can't tolerate you, the people can't stand you, and my best friend wants to kill you with his own hands!"

"Xianrou, how are you doing in the other world? Zhao Chu is right, you must be smiling, you must be smiling."

Pi Yonghong looked at the sky and slowly put away the scroll.

Zhao Chu glanced at Xianrou again.

Perhaps Fairy Xianrou had noticed some differences between herself and other women a long time ago.

Although, she has never bathed with other women.

She has never taken a shower with a man.

But there is a slight Adam's apple in the delicate painting.

The delicate palms are slightly larger and have wider bones than those of ordinary women.

"well!"

With a sigh, Zhao Chu left the tomb.

Let Pi Yonghong and Xianrou continue to be alone. Wen Tingchen sent out the jade slips for sound transmission to find something to do with him.

…

An hour later.

In the conference hall where Wen Tingchen and Zhao Chu met, the air was cold and the ground was even covered in frost.
To be continued...